Pastries Poems - Poems about Pastries

...A night with friends to enjoy a culinary sampling tour downtown Time for a boat load of fun , and let our hair down Our journey begins with our tour guide loading us into his van A jolly fellow wh......Read the rest...

... It's always Aldi on a Sunday afternoon. You're always waiting with your shopping bags in hand, slowly trudging along with your walking stick. It takes you ten minutes to get into the car. You ne......Read the rest...

... Our nephew Rick and his wife Laura in a move we found quite sweet for Deborah’s belated birthday…invited us out to eat. “You have a choice to make.” Laura would assert “We could take you to a re......Read the rest...

...The sun was rising over Milton Creek, heralding the start of a new day Two new residents were due in town, on the noon train from Santa Fe William (Bill) and Sara Baker, both renowned as skille......Read the rest...

...Love is the unique smell of your car. Love is when you kiss my scars. Love is the taste of the pastries you make Love is the warm smile on your face. Love is the laughter that fil......Read the rest...

... Once a thriving town now dust devils curl and tumble on the broken pavement, along with swirling leaves and bits of paper empty storefront window......Read the rest...

...traffic jam grape jam strawberry pastries meat bread walk by faith be fed......Read the rest...

..."When you close your eyes for a bit, In that little nap, where dreams are lit, What do you see in your mind's grand play, In the realm of imagination where you sway? Do you dream of others, or ......Read the rest...

...Date: January 2046 8:45 am in the Damian Domaine Some are sleeping some are peeping What are we eating? Said Molly to Dolly. "What ever we can?" She replied While still sleepy eyed checki......Read the rest...

...Special child enjoyed blest* birthday treat delighted with pastries richly sweet… oh, ice cream cake was best he licked and bit midst zest then shared for feast, saved from candle’s he......Read the rest...

...Wonderland Am I going crazy? Down the rabbit hole I fall This Eat Me, Drink Me moment Which I can't consume at all Whispered voices in the darkness Where the Cheshire Cat may grin A ......Read the rest...

...i miss her the cat who rode on my shoulder who liked blue cheese and pastries who would swipe her paw to remove food from my plate! boundari......Read the rest...

...The winter of 1621 in Plymouth was harsh as could be, The Pilgrims were sick and sorry they'd come, They missed their warm English beds and their tea. The still ambulatory shivered and shuffled ab......Read the rest...

...Is a dream simply a fancy flow? like a river with no real place to go: back and forth, all depth, mere illusion of mind~ is a dream only the residue of rich pastries, with a sour belch of w......Read the rest...

...She wanted the dinner to be specail so she asked her specail freind to fix it for her. she would offer both roast pheasant and chicken combined with fried polenta with buttermilk ,bacon bits re......Read the rest...